Artiest Ed Sheeran

Songtitle The A Theam

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White lips, pale face
 Breathing in snowflakes 
Burnt lungs, sour taste 
Lights's gone, day's end 
Struggling to pay rent
 Long nights, strange men
 
And they say 
She's in the class A team 
Stuck in her daydream
 Been this way since 18
 But lately her face seems 
Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 
And they scream
 The worst things in life come free to us 
Cos were just under the upper hand 
And go mad for a couple of grams 
And she don't want to go outside tonight
 And in a pipe she flies to the motherland 
Or sells love to another man 
It's too cold outside 
For angels to fly
 Angels to fly
 
Ripped gloves, raincoat
 Tried to swim and stay afloat
 Dry house, wet clothes 
Loose change, bank notes 
Weary-eyed, dry throat
 Call girl, no phone
 
And they say 
She's in the class A team 
Stuck in her daydream
 Been this way since 18
 But lately her face seems 
Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 
And they scream
 The worst things in life come free to us 
Cos were just under the upper hand 
And go mad for a couple of grams 
And she don't want to go outside tonight
 And in a pipe she flies to the motherland 
Or sells love to another man 
It's too cold outside 
For angels to fly
 An angel will die 
Covered in white 
Closed eye
 And hoping for a better life 
This time, we'll fade out tonight
 Straight down the line
 
And they say 
She's in the class A team 
Stuck in her daydream
 Been this way since 18
 But lately her face seems 
Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 
They scream
 The worst things in life come free to us 
And we're all under the upperhand 
Go mad for a couple of grams 
And we don't want to go outside tonight
 And in a pipe we fly to the motherland 
Or sell love to another man 

It's too cold outside
 For angels to fly
 Angels to fly
 To fly, fly
 Angels to fly 
To fly, to fly 
Or angels to die

Vertaling

White lips, pale face
 Breathing in snowflakes 
Burnt lungs, sour taste 
Lights's gone, day's end 
Struggling to pay rent
 Long nights, strange men
 
And they say 
She's in the class A team 
Stuck in her daydream
 Been this way since 18
 But lately her face seems 
Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 
And they scream
 The worst things in life come free to us 
Cos were just under the upper hand 
And go mad for a couple of grams 
And she don't want to go outside tonight
 And in a pipe she flies to the motherland 
Or sells love to another man 
It's too cold outside 
For angels to fly
 Angels to fly
 
Ripped gloves, raincoat
 Tried to swim and stay afloat
 Dry house, wet clothes 
Loose change, bank notes 
Weary-eyed, dry throat
 Call girl, no phone
 
And they say 
She's in the class A team 
Stuck in her daydream
 Been this way since 18
 But lately her face seems 
Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 
And they scream
 The worst things in life come free to us 
Cos were just under the upper hand 
And go mad for a couple of grams 
And she don't want to go outside tonight
 And in a pipe she flies to the motherland 
Or sells love to another man 
It's too cold outside 
For angels to fly
 An angel will die 
Covered in white 
Closed eye
 And hoping for a better life 
This time, we'll fade out tonight
 Straight down the line
 
And they say 
She's in the class A team 
Stuck in her daydream
 Been this way since 18
 But lately her face seems 
Slowly sinking, wasting
 Crumbling like pastries
 
They scream
 The worst things in life come free to us 
And we're all under the upperhand 
Go mad for a couple of grams 
And we don't want to go outside tonight
 And in a pipe we fly to the motherland 
Or sell love to another man 

It's too cold outside
 For angels to fly
 Angels to fly
 To fly, fly
 Angels to fly 
To fly, to fly 
Or angels to die